Poor Lebanon, one moment <br />smiling in the summer sun <br />when like a bolt from heaven <br />out of the clear blue sky <br />come death, destruction, bombs, <br />proud buildings toppled, <br />homes turned to dust, <br />towns, cities, villages <br />destroyed, day after day <br />explosions, missiles, shells and bombs, <br />women, children, innocents <br />killed, crushed, torn — all victims of <br />high politics and those <br />who wish to see the war prolonged <br />for reasons of their own. <br />But worst of all are those <br />mad Xtian zealots who believe <br />this war is Armageddon’s dawn, <br />most welcome harbinger of Judgement Day <br />when Christ returns and they, <br />the Chosen Ones will get to gaze <br />upon the damned, their sinful neighbours; <br />so satisfying it will be <br />to see them sent to Hell for all eternity.<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poor-lebanon-and-some-thoughts-on-brotherly-love/
